Page 55 of Something Borrowed

“Oh here we go again.” He throws his hands in the air in annoyance.

I don’t want to look at him right now because all I want to do is slap him. I’m so angry I don’t know where to direct it or how to deal with it.

I storm from the foyer and march into the living room.

But he follows me.

“When are you going to stop blaming me and start taking some responsibility for the role you played in all of this, Verity?”

“Leave me alone.” I snap.

“No.” He replies defiantly.

“Leave. Me. Alone.” I shout, picking up a pillow from the sofa and throwing it at him.

He catches it mid air and storms towards me, taking long terrifying strides.

He lifts me off my feet and throws me onto the sofa, pinning me down with his body.

“If you want to play rough we can play rough, fire cracker.”

He’s got my arms pinned behind my back, so I lift my head and bite him on the shoulder.

“Ow.” He yells grabbing my throat and pushing my head back into the sofa.

I cry out, kick my legs, and Rufino positions himself so that my legs wrap around his hips.

I can feel how hard his cock is - pressing against my pussy.

My heart races a million miles an hour.

He pushes harder against me, rubbing himself between my legs.

I spread my legs open wider and lift my hips towards him. Adrenaline from anger quickly turns to fiery desire.

Rufino leans close to my face and presses his lips against mine.

The kiss sends sharp bolts of electricity shooting through my body.

Out of nowhere, we are tearing clothes off each other in desperation to be skin on skin. I want his body on mine. I want to be as close to him as possible.

He wraps his arm around the back of my hips and lifts my pussy up towards him.

When his cock slides into me I gasp with pleasure.

He moves slow but pushes deep into me. The undulating dance of his hips thrusting his cock inside me and making my body shudder as I let go of my anger and give myself to him.

His cock stretches me open and throbs inside me.

I wouldn’t leave him.

He could hand me the keys to his car and open the front door for me - I wouldn’t leave him.

Rufino speeds up, pushing his hips faster and harder, grunting with effort every time he slams into me.

The soft moans that are falling from my lips seem to make him harder, more excited.

I scratch my nails over his biceps, down his arm and he spreads his fingers wide, threading them through mine he pins my hand above my head.

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